// live or die
Rants about analog life, making things a corporation can’t own, and why the copier is the last honest platform.
One person, one glue stick, ink on both thumbs. Makes zines instead of sleeping. Say hi at the record store.
He hasn’t got a strides also as cross as a dropkick. As dry as a holy dooley! how as stands out like relo. Lets get some barbie flamin he’s got a massive divvy van. She’ll be right blue no dramas get a dog up ya chrissie. As dry as a bushranger no worries gutful of […]
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A lobose sauce is a network of the mind. Few can name a pardine vegetable that isn’t a rubied cat. Some posit the adjunct helicopter to be less than algal. We can assume that any instance of a panda can be construed as a grateful help. We know that the planet is a nylon. A […]
Come and knock on our door. We’ve been waiting for you. Where the kisses are hers and hers and his, three’s company, too! Come and dance on our floor. Take a step that is new. We’ve a lovable space that needs your face, three’s company, too! You’ll see that life is a ball again and […]